one

Thoughts of the way I used to think it was- safe, connected by strings of genuine concern, stable...

-mix with imaginations of returning, knowing how wrong my perceptions were-

and my heart is blanketed with sorrow…

…knowing there is no one there to trust, that the concern was only on the surface,

and that there really was no foundation.

And I turn my tear-filled eyes towards Heaven and ask “where to from here?”
There is one, and one only to whom I can go, and His love is eternal…

one day we will be as one.